The Passion

I walked in with a bad bitch
Louis V print on my baggage
I remember nights in the cold
I remember days we ain't have shit
Out yeah baby that's passion
Look what I did with the passion
Fucked your bitch with the passion
Out baby that's passion

Bad lil bitch say I ain't no fun
Too locked in
No drank, no drugs
On the clock all week nigga fuck that club
Proof is in the progress
Look where i'm from
I was late on rent at the end of the month
No food in fridge, had to skip that lunch
No gas in the whip, nigga i can't budge
Same clothes for a week, if i stink don't judge me
She in love, I know
She giving me brain like she knows what I dont
They paying me racks for things I wrote
Bitch I ball, I can't fly coach
Seen the bro end tragic
I threw my rose on the casket 
Turned nothing into something
That's magic
That's what inspires all the passion

I walked in with a bad bitch
Louis V print on my baggage
I remember nights in the cold
I remember days we ain't have shit
Out yeah baby that's passion
Look what I did with the passion
Fucked your bitch with the passion
Out baby that's passion

In a cayenne Porsche
Ha, damn
Last year i was poor
Ha, damn
Nigga not no more
Ha, damn
Look at this whore on the bathroom floor
On both knees like she's praying to the lord
But the only Christian she knows is Dior
I can't lie
I can't lose I got too much pride
Look both ways before u cross my guys
Like friction they don't let shit slide
'Cause we seen the bro end tragic
I threw my rose on the casket 
Turned nothing into something
That's magic
That's what inspires all the passion

I walked in with a bad bitch
Louis V print on my baggage
I remember nights in the cold
I remember days we ain't have shit
Out yeah baby that's passion
Look what I did with the passion
Fucked your bitch with the passion
Out baby that's passion